quest of me; and Giles assured him, his master is lodged in this very
street.

_Wood._ In this very street! how knows he that?

_Aldo._ He dogged him to the corner of it; and then my son turned
back, and threatened him. But I'll find out Giles, and then I'll make
such an example of my reprobate! [_Exit._

_Wood._ If Giles be discovered, I am undone!--Why, Gervase, where are
you, sirrah! Hey, hey!

_Enter_ GERVASE.

Run quickly to that betraying rascal Giles, a rogue, who would take
Judas's bargain out of his hands, and undersell him. Command him
strictly to mew himself up in his lodgings, till farther orders: and
in case he be refractory, let him know, I have not forgot to kick and
cudgel. That _memento_ would do well for you too, sirrah.

_Gerv._ Thank your worship; you have always been liberal of your hands
to me.

_Wood._ And you have richly deserved it.

_Gerv._ I will not say, who has better deserved it of my old master.

_Wood._ Away, old Epictetus, about your business, and leave your musty
morals, or I shall--